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[rockabillyboy]

Once they're in the apartment, Jack drops his bag. He finds himself skittish, suddenly, which is ridiculous, but they've admitted to a lot, this morning, and it's taking a whole to settle. He turns to face Poison, starting to tug his shirt over his head.

"I need to shower."

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[rockabillyboy]

"Big deal. I've got pockets," says Jack, grinning, pressing a kiss against Poison's temple.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Leave 'em sticking out of the back one," he quips, grinning against Jack's cheek.

[rockabillyboy]

"I'm pretty sure I can live with that," says Jack, one eyebrow raised. "People'll just know I got laid."

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison grins, because he likes that idea, too. "Totally happening." He pulls Jack into a lazy kiss.

He's content to snuggle for the rest of the movie, which has a fairly happy ending even though he has no idea what the entire premise is. When they get up, he tucks the bright red panties into Jack's back pocket.

[rockabillyboy]

"You want to go back to your place and hang out with Girl or are we going to need more privacy?" he teases. He tries really hard not to think about the panties stuffed into his pocket.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Let's go back to my place. More clothes there," he laughs. "And maybe you can endear yourself to her and cook us stuff. Remind me to grab those panties out of your pocket before we get there though."

[rockabillyboy]

"What? You don't want your kid to know that we've been screwing around at a movie?" asks Jack, eyebrows raised. "I can totally cook for all of us. Do we have stuff in or do we need to shop?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I want her to like you before we accidentally traumatize her," he huffs. "I think I have a variety of stuff - anything in particular you wanna make?" If he doesn't have something, or if he isn't sure, they can hit the store before getting back to his place.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack shakes his head.

"I'll throw something together from whatever we've got," he says, realising that he's referring to them like a unit. Realising that he likes being able to refer to them like that.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison smiles. "We just went shopping, I'm sure we've got plenty to work with. Even veggies," he says.

When they get closer to his building, he grabs the panties out of Jack's pocket and balls them up in his hand.

[rockabillyboy]

"Jesus," says Jack and holds out his hand, eyebrows raised expectantly. "Give them back. I'll shove them in one of my front pockets. She won't see. Better than you walking in with them in your hand, anyway. Because that's really subtle, Poison."

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Like a bulge in your front pocket is gonna be better," he shoots back. He smirks though and hands the panties over. "I think you just want to keep them," he quips as he heads for the stairs. If he's gonna eat more he might as well exercise. And maybe, just maybe, he imagines the view Jack might get if he times his ascent just right.

[rockabillyboy]

"You kid should not be looking anywhere near the front of my jeans," says Jean, eyebrow raised as he starts to follow Poison up the stairs. And, yes. He's definitely enjoying the view.

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Your tall, dude. She's tiny. Sometimes things end up at eye-level." Okay so Jack's crotch isn't eye-level, even for Girl, but that's not the point. "She's observant, I raised her that way."

Finally on the top floor, he grabs his keys. He's in the habit of locking it when he goes out, even if Girl is home.

[rockabillyboy]

"Believe me. I ran into her in the hallway the other night; she is definitely not going to be looking anywhere below my waist, baby." He grins, leaning his shoulder against the wall, waiting for Poison to unlock the door.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison rolls his eyes. "Uh huh, uh huh. Hey Sunny?" he calls as he opens the door. When he doesn't get an answer, he goes into Jack's pocket to get his panties back. "I'm gonna go put on a new pair, and you make yourself at home."

He flaps his hand to indicate the entire apartment as he heads down the hall. Hopefully Jack knows this is a second home now and he can treat it that way. Mostly. Girl probably wouldn't appreciate nudity.

[rockabillyboy]

Pausing by the door, Jack bends to take off his sneakers before padding through the apartment in his sock feet and starting to rummage through the fridge and the cupboards, trying to figure out what's for dinner.

It'll be the third meal today that they've eaten together. Which is a kind of a nice feeling.

[afabulouskilljoy]

Poison comes back out, still in his t-shirt and skirt, but he's left his boots somewhere. Probably the bedroom. He leans against Jack's back, apparently content to be completely useless while Jack explores the stash.

"Getting any ideas?"

[rockabillyboy]

"Pasta?" says Jack, glancing over his shoulder. "You've got, like, cheese and spinach and peas? That might be good?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"Sounds awesome. We probably have jar sauce, too. Or maybe enough stuff to make it from scratch if you're feeling fancy. Or you could let me do that part."

[rockabillyboy]

"You want to help?" asks Jack, grabbing a few things out of the fridge and then knocking it shut with his hip. "Or you just want to sit here and drink a beer and look pretty?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I mean, I'm really good at standing here and looking pretty," he quips. "But I'll help - which part do you want me to help with?"

[rockabillyboy]

"You think you can throw together sauce?" asks Jack. "Or, shit. That's pretty much the whole dinner." He laughs. "You want to handle the pasta and the salad?"

[afabulouskilljoy]

"I can totally do the sauce," he said. "You do pasta and salad and then help with sauce. Because I'm badass like that and my mom taught me to cook." Poison smiled and bumped against Jack's hip as he started getting what he needed out of cabinets.

[rockabillyboy]

"Oh, fuck, that's right," says Jack, laughing as Poison started bustling around the kitchen and he went back to the fridge to grab salad things. "You've got Italian in you, right?"